Plague Doctor

In the quiet suite bedroom, the headache intensified, and Gu Jun's cold sweat on his forehead gradually increased, as if he heard a voice in the dark.

It sounds like it's coming from an old recorder, buzzing sand, a little intermittent, a thick, medium and correct male voice, speaking in a steady tone, standard Chinese, “If you can hear us... we are good people...”

No matter how painful he is to listen, or this sentence, this is the only one he can hear...

It didn't seem like someone was talking to him, it seemed like a broadcast signal, but someone else couldn't hear it and he heard it.

“... if you..."

Suddenly, Gu Jun's head ached quickly to the critical point, and the voice was gradually fading away. He opened his eyes and breathed heavily.

He used to hear strange foreign voices too many times, some spiritual indoctrination, some spells and ceremonial powers, but this time they all felt different... this time his most intuitive feeling was that he heard some kind of broadcast signal.

“Signal? Who sent the signal? What's the purpose? ”

Gu Jun thought, you can still hear something from this sentence.

The first point is, "If you could," the other person thinks he might not hear it; or it wasn't meant for him alone, it was broadcast.

Secondly, “we”, the other party is not a person, but an organization, and it uses Chinese, which seems to be in the country.

Thirdly, "good people," the other person emphasizes, indicating that a preset listener is someone like him, who, when heard, first thinks about good or bad, and tends to be bad. If that's a classic old song channel, a weather channel, there's no reason to start with that phrase.

And of course, it can also be deliberately designed to give him such speculation.

Gu Jun looked around in silence and just felt the shadow was heavy. Good man? He had considerable doubts about it, and could hardly even be said to believe it.

He doesn't know if it's just for his voice or for the broadcast he hears, but how many organizations have the ability to do this kind of thing globally? NASA can't do that, FBM can't do that either. He and Salt Rain had succeeded in passing pictures before, but that was not the case.

If it's a decent organization, with the ability to do that, why don't you come forward?

The station is out, the GOA is announced, and it won't come out? Is that a good man? Where is it now?

Gu Jun frowned and suddenly thought of another possibility, signals from the future or the past? No, not like that, not like that...

What about alien signals? A signal from a different world? Fantasy dream?

Or the simplest and most straightforward possibility, behind the signal is a bunch of scumbags and plots that don't know what to do.

It was only because he knew he would think so that he emphasized what a good man he was and what a better new era he would create.

“Who are you? ”

Gu Jun thought about it for a while, but stood up and spoke to the surrounding air to see if the other party would surface.

“Good man? You think you're a good person. Your moral standards are different from ours. ”

As he walked around, he looked around, pulled out the bedside drawer, opened the closet, and said to himself, "The Lalaire Order? I know you're not dead yet, Lifetime people have sacrificed themselves, but you still have some bastards hiding in the mountains, with your boss - that ‘immortal old Taoist’ calling Lalaire...”

“And the Brotherhood of Yellow Clothes... is it you, Mr. Wilder, you're not actually dead, are you...”

With these in mind, Gu Jun's headache rapidly worsened again, and his heart was beating a little while his muscles were tightening.

These symptoms made him a little angrier, and now even thinking about these unusual things is like this...

At this time, he flashed some unknown and horrible images in his heart, urbanizing into ruins, Wu Shiyu's smiling face into misery, and others...

Just thinking about it a little bit, he's already had a heartache.

“Ah!!” Gu Jun screamed and kicked his foot into the wooden wardrobe without any abnormal marks. He immediately banged and the wardrobe shook.

He took a deep breath, tried to control his emotions, and controlled the symptoms of this outbreak of PTSD anger... after all, he couldn't accept this physical condition, couldn't accept the inability to protect the people he cared about, didn't even have a chance to work hard...

“If you can hear me, then listen...” He mumbled back to the bed and sat down. “Whether you're good or bad, I've lost it, I can't hear more...”

He thought about it, which also confused him.

What is the purpose of the other party? Pushing me crazy? Even if I did, would you totally drive me crazy?

It's just... are those real? Or is it just my fantasy, my imagination?

Gu Jun used to be able to distinguish between true and false, but this time it was still uncertain whether he had lost that ability or whether this time it was so special.

One reason might be that he could not find the pattern of this alienation, unlike the general trigger pattern of illusions, which now appears as if it were random.

If it's a PTSD attack, he's not surprised...

Gu Jun sat beside the bed for a long time, thinking about suddenly smiling bitterly, you know, living to this day is really earned, not only previous injuries, but also prepared to die from brain tumors two years ago, it is not worse than then.

Although the holidays have been amplified, after all, it has not been a few days since I left the station, and it is not that easy to return to normal life.

It's like a soldier who has been decommissioned from battlefield, with or without a confirmed PTSD, always needs a return process...

It may be good for you to take some antidepressants and antianxiety medicines at this stage.

Gu Jun thought about it again for a while, even though he was already inclined to say that the voice was hallucinogenic - PTSD patients had a 40-50% hallucinogenic incidence, he called Grandpa Tong and reported the situation: “Someone or organization may be broadcasting the signal, I fear it is a recruiter's routine. ”

Grandpa Tong paid great attention after hearing about it, whether it was for him or for any other purpose, but nothing like that had happened to him in the past two days.

“Ah-jun, we'll follow up with you soon if there's anything new.” Grandpa Tong said, "It's getting late. You need to rest. ”

Indeed, after this report, it was almost dawn, and Gu Jun's head was a little swollen.

So when he hung up his phone, he quickly laid down in bed, took a deep breath and adjusted his breath, forcing himself to fall asleep in confused thoughts.